Texty: Al Jolson. California, Here I Come.

When the wintry winds start blowing
And the snow is starting to fall
Then my eyes turn westward knowing
That's the place that I love best of all.

California, I've been blue
Since I've been away from you.
I can't wait till I get going
Even now I'm starting in a call.

California, here I come
Right back where I started from
Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing and everything.
A sun kissed miss said Don't be late!
Thats why I can hardly wait,
Open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!

California, here I come, yeah!
Right where I started from.
Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing and everything.
A sun kissed miss said Don't be late!
Thats why I can hardly wait,
Open up, open up, open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!